Rusty life

It’s probably the last post about New Zealand in this week.

And yes, it is the last one, because it is the ending of the week. I just look through my photos and saw this boat. 50 meters from the water, it has been sitting near the rail ways for probably 30 years or so. Boat is lonely, cold and rusty and already without any windows like a blind guy. Surely it is less than 30 years old, but similar to a bachelor, it lives less than a family guy and looking much worse too.

Strange , ha? Family people have troublesome and busy life, they work even at home, they don’t have time for a rest, but lonely egoists are dying first. May be because loneliness is a rust for a heart, it is very dangerous for a soul? Or may be because all the joy had been fast scooped out that way there was nothing left for the rest of the life?

Here all my theory is crumbled cause I always was thinking that work less-live long, but looks like it is the other way around.